in tattered rags stained in red and black. horns and wings present. but otherwise, serene. she lifts her chin a little, so the void can stare back at camille. ]
[Camille takes another step closer to the barrier. It's none of Karlach's bitter vitriol, or Boothills manic posturing. It's calm. But it's not quite Kate, is it?]
[So a successful plan. Just only good as long as they kept her in the bind. And for her to run to someone she cared about, to crow about the miracle fix?
Camille's hand comes to the barrier, soft. low. About where Kate's might be.]
[She'll come to a sit in front of her then. It doesn't feel right, looking down all the time. She wants to hold her hands. She wants to draw her in. Lift her up.]
But you're not a monster, Kate. It was a risk we felt worth taking. Because you're worth risking things for. We had to try.
I don't know if... --maybe I've always been a monster. Rondo's book mentioned changelings. Maybe that's what I really am. A monster that replaced a human child, masquerading as one of you.
Of course. I want to be with you. I want to help you. I love you.
[It comes out so easy. Before she even knows it's true.
But it's there, isn't it? Surging over the hurt, the fear, the horror. Maybe she's pushing things. Maybe she's seeing too much of her sister in her. Both her sisters. Wistful thinking.
Doesn't change what she feels. Doesn't change what she's done, what they've done together. What they might have to do.]
No matter what happens, that's the truth. I'll be with you. Okay?
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WEEK 5: Friday
Camille enters the barrier, a thorough mess. She should try putting on a brave face. She should be brave.
But she's terrified. And she's responsible. And it's a little girl. One she's fond of. Sometimes she wonders if it's for the right reasons.
Camille looks into the black void of a face and feels a fissure crack down her chest.]
...Kate.
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in tattered rags stained in red and black. horns and wings present. but otherwise, serene. she lifts her chin a little, so the void can stare back at camille. ]
Oh, Camille.
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It's the end of the line, isn't it?
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Is it? I wonder.
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[Camille takes another step closer to the barrier. It's none of Karlach's bitter vitriol, or Boothills manic posturing. It's calm. But it's not quite Kate, is it?]
I thought the morning would be different.
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[Her lip trembles.]
I didn't want this for you Kate. I really didn't.
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[ ......
a feeling of something cracking. her calm emotions growing fragile. ]
I wanted to tell him that it worked.
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Camille's hand comes to the barrier, soft. low. About where Kate's might be.]
It's not your fault.
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... Isn't it? I knew what I was risking by staying here.
He... he kept asking me, what risks I was willing to accept. If I could risk another's life to save my own.
I think I was in denial.
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[She'll come to a sit in front of her then. It doesn't feel right, looking down all the time. She wants to hold her hands. She wants to draw her in. Lift her up.]
But you're not a monster, Kate. It was a risk we felt worth taking. Because you're worth risking things for. We had to try.
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[ feelings of affection, mixed with the rest. ]
I don't know if... --maybe I've always been a monster. Rondo's book mentioned changelings. Maybe that's what I really am. A monster that replaced a human child, masquerading as one of you.
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[Camille shakes her head.]
First off, that used to be my monster. Secondly, even if you were the real version of it, you're still you.
Your memories... That shadow house, everything you're trying to do. None of it was malicious. None of it was with the intent to hurt.
That's what a real monster is, Kate. I've met them. I've lived with them, been raised by them.
You're nothing like that. You deserve to live. Just like any of us.
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she trembles. and rubs at her eyes. then finally nods. ]
I...
[ her voice catches. she stops and tries again. ]
... Thank you. I...
Everything that happened was horrible. But I'm glad you were here with me. I'm glad you're here now.
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[It comes out so easy. Before she even knows it's true.
But it's there, isn't it? Surging over the hurt, the fear, the horror. Maybe she's pushing things. Maybe she's seeing too much of her sister in her. Both her sisters. Wistful thinking.
Doesn't change what she feels. Doesn't change what she's done, what they've done together. What they might have to do.]
No matter what happens, that's the truth. I'll be with you. Okay?